children

TT and I lived next door to these dear kids when we were at Country Estate. We loved Saturday mornings when we used to awaken to the sound of them riding their bikes in our driveway. We miss them so. What a privaledge to have their company for 23 hours this weekend.

After they played the piano, hauled out all the stuffed animals and toys and books I have in a set of shelves for my future grandbabies, baths and snack, I sang them the lullaby I sang Dot every night. They just melted into the covers.
"Good night, my love, God bless my daughter-love, pleasant dreams of Jesus in your heart. Good night, my love, God bless my daughter-love. . . pleasant dreams. . . of. . . Jesus. . . in. . . your. . . heart. . . Good night!"

Took them to church this morning. They were perfect! Catholic Church is a task for some adults, but they were great with all the standing, sitting, kneeling, singing, giving money, shaking hands during the peace, going to altar during the Eucharist, and listening! Can't wait for grandbabies.

Have always loved the girl-child, but the man-child really captured my heart. He informed me he did NOT like my new haircut, liked it long better! Long hair is a male thing, huh?

We came home after lunch and they brought us rolly-pollies, snails and rusty nails from our yard! They surely simplify the perspective of life.

I should have had more children. So, I wait to be a grammy.